It’s a terrible thing, realizing that you’re out of fashion and there’s nothing to be done about it but suffer the shame of not having enough doodads in the garden.
I thought I would offer a short virtual tour of the various doodads that are here, as well as some other things, since not much gardening can be done on this wet, chilly Saturday afternoon. I didn’t put any of these things here.
My fingers almost froze off, taking these pictures.
tiny, rusted frog
Cindy carved some verses from Gorey’s “The Wuggly Ump” on the arbor she built.
I dug the postholes.
P.S. I forgot to mention the other metal dragonfly that flew off into the weeds somewhere. I’ll have to get a metal detector to find it.
Then there are solar lights that work once in a while, some chairs, four bird baths (one heated during the winter), a metal peccary or javelina (it came with piglets but Cindy didn’t want to get them) and a vintage park bench.
That’s it. I estimate the budget for upgrading to the latest fashions at a million or two. I take checks.
the miserable gardener 
The bats! Tell us about the bats! Please…
The bats came from Birdsall & Co. here in Denver, years ago. I think a regional artist had made some, and Cindy fell in love with them right away. She got one, then we went back to get a couple more, then a couple more. She say to me, in her quiet little voice, maybe tugging at my shoulder, “I think I want to go get another bat ….”
There are six altogether. I might have to paint them with black Rustoleum next year; even in this climate steel can rust away to nothing. I hit my head on one every so often.
Bob
Nice garden accessories…but where are the shiny balls that are so de rigeur around here??
There was a shiny ball. Cindy bought this pink thing, covered with speckles. Very unlike her—like me watching a football game–and after she died it sat there, downstairs, never went into the garden, looking totally out of place. I gave it to a neighbor.
Bob